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Hermione should have turned back the moment she stepped into the Slytherin common room.
The space had been utterly transformed from its usual shadowed elegance into something obscene. Well the common room always had a sort of pretentious way about it with the high ceilings, walled windows to Black Lake, and sleek furniture. She had been in here a few times when she had study sessions with Pansy and Daphne.
Gone was the soft lighting of wall scones, now there were lanterns glowing green in pulsing time with the throbbing music. Potion vials glittered across tables, some half drunk, some tipped over, all difference hues. Half drained bottles of firewhiskey and smuggled in muggle spirits clinking in careless hands. The air was thick with smoke, a hazy mix of cigarettes and what Hermione could only assume was some sort of magical herb? Also laughter and the dull roar of talking filled the space along with the music. Bodies dressed in unbuttoned shirts, and sequined dresses that clung like liquid were pressed together. Every once in a while Hermione swore she heard some sort of pleasured moan. It was all a shock to her sense.
She froze just inside the threshold, clutching her bag strap like a lifeline. Jeans. Flats. A sensible blouse. She could feel the heat of her own mortification creeping up her throat. Because of course, Ron was right. She was boring, she was sensible, and level headed. Everything she did was rooted in logic and the only thing she could think was that: he was right. I don’t belong here!
A ripple of awareness slid over her and she knew, someone was watching her. She scanned her surroundings trying to find the eyes on her. She couldn’t and the sick feeling of someone laughing at her wanted her to sink through the flag stone.
Just as she turned to leave, “Granger!”
Pansy’s voice cut through the noise in delighted surprise. Her lipstick already smudged which was odd for her, it was always perfect. Dark hair swished around her shoulders as she crossed the room, ignoring the boy still trailing after her. One hand landed on Hermione’s wrist.
“You’re joking,” Pansy breathed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You came. You actually came.” Hermione’s lower lip trembled and Pansy seemed to know exactly what she was trying to say. Ron was being mean and she was feeling insecure. “Right then, fuck off,” she said to the boy waving him off with a hand.
Before the wizard could reply Hermione was being hauled through the throng, dragged up the staircase to the dorms. She let out a loud clear whistle and soon Daphne and Ginny appeared at Hermione’s side. She was shoved into a room and was surrounded instantly. Hands were in her curls, fingers tugging at the buttons on her blouse, voices chiming with wicked excitement.
“Make him regret it,” Pansy sneered. “Weseal has never deserved you. No offense Red.”
“I agree. If Hermione was lesbian I would have taken her for myself,” Ginny said, shifting through dresses in Pansy's closet. "No offense babe," she added to Daphne who was in the closet.
“I'd try to fuck her too so none taken," the blonde winked over her shoulder at her girlfriend before turning back to the tracks of hangers. She flipped through them quickly. "Oh! This one,” she groaned and spun.
The dress clung to her like molten sunlight, thin golden silk that shimmered with every breath, every small movement. Slits ran up both sides to her hips, scandalous, charms humming faintly to keep the fabric in place. Her curls were left wild, pinned back only with delicate leaves of gold that glinted in the light. Her skin glowed with a potion-born of warmth, courtesy of Daphne who said she needed a diluted calming draught. Her lips were glossed, eyes rimmed with dark softness.
Pansy clapped her hands together, triumphant. “The Golden Girl. Finally shining like the fucking sun she is.”
Hermione’s stomach flipped, terror and exhilaration mixing together in her stomach. Or maybe that was potion. She was swept back down into the common room by her friends and the effect of her little makeover was immediate.
The party was louder somehow, the crowd had swollen but as Hermione descended the stairs some of the noise dulled. For one heartbeat, the entire room looked only at her. Then the sound swelled again, rolling over her like wild waves of water.
Pansy shoved a globet into her hand before Hermione had even found her footing again. “Drink. No questions.”
“Pansy–”
“Drink Golden Girl,” Daphne crowed, clinking her goblet against Hermione's. Ginny leaned in from the side as her hand found Daphne’s waist. “Come on Hermione. For once you don't be the responsible one. Just let go.”
Hermione hesitated only a moment before she tilted her head back, bringing the goblet to her lips and swallowed quickly. The liquid was sweet but burned and had a horrid aftertaste. Ginny pressed a vial in her hands. “Potion chaser, trust me.”
Hermione took that too and found that awful aftertaste was gone. Warmth bloomed instantly through her veins, loosening something ironbound inside of her. By the time another round was pressed into her hand, she was laughing. Louder than she could remember in the last two years. She let Daphne drag her into a circle of dancers, Ginny’s hair flashing like fire beside her, Pansy’s laughter ringing in her ear behind her. The beat throbbed in her bones until she didn’t care about time, or Ron, or the way every gaze seemed to follow her. She swayed, hips rolling, curls sticking to her temples and the back of her neck.
She felt free.
The circle of dancers broke apart in a sudden roar, attention snapping to the side of the room like iron filings to a magnet. Hermione, breathless from laughing and dancing, turned just in time to see what held them all captive.
Theo stood there head tipped back with a shot glass held between his lips. His eyes were dark and half lidded. His head was in Draco’s palm with a kind of practiced intimacy as Draco poured firewhisky in a slow steady stream. Those pale silvered eyes locked on Theo, were heated. they were both dressed in dark shirts that were half unbottoned. Draco let the liquid slip past the rim and slide over Theo’s lips and down his throat. Theo’s dark eyes gleamed and his brows shot up amused. Draco’s grin down at him was pure sin, silver eyes never leaving Theo’s. Then one of Theo’s free hands grabbed onto the back of Draco’s neck and dragged him in as Draco closed his mouth over the rim of the glass. Their lips almost touching. A cheer went up as they flipped positions, Draco swallowing in one long deliberate gulp his head in Theo's hand.
Hermione forgot to breathe.
It was so erotic, something about it so unhinged and wild. Her whole body was hot.
Draco’s eyes slid to hers and she froze right then and there. He didn’t look anywhere else as he pulled the glass from his lips and pulled Theo down for a kiss. Not just a quick peck. Oh no, this was filthy. A kiss so filthy it made the room seem so much smaller, hotter. Tongues flashed as teeth clashed. Theo’s eyes were closed, lips eager against Draco’s mouth like he’d been waiting for this all night.
Heat surged low in Hermione’s belly so fast it nearly knocked her off balance. Her thighs clenched, pulse racing. She tore her gaze away, stumbling toward the drinks table, desperate for water, for anything cold enough to dose the fire licking in her veins. She didn’t even know which feeling terrified her more, the raw arousal of what she had just witnessed, or the desire to see it again.
She hadn’t even managed to pour herself water before shadows flanked her, cutting off any retreat. The smell of them hit her first. Liquor, smoke, and very expensive cologne. Then their smirks when she turned to look at them.
“Running away Granger,” Draco drawled bracing a hand against the table by her hip, boxing her in. His voice was low and sultry but clear enough to hear over the pounding music. The timber of it sent a shiver slithering down her spine.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said tightly trying to shift away only to bump into Theo’s chest. He was grinning like he’d been handed his favorite toy.
“Oh she saw,” Theo said, licking his bottom lip as though replaying the kiss. “Liked it too. Didn’t you, darling?”
“I most certainly did not—”
“That means she did,” Theo interrupted, talking over her head to Draco. “You’re hot Granger. Did you know that? Proper filthy hot, especially when you blush like you’re so innocent.”
Her jaw dropped. “I thought–you two–you’re gay.”
Both men laughed, wicked and unbothered. The combined sound of it made her cheeks burn an an unbearable searing heat. Draco leaned in until his breath tickled her ear. “We’re greedy bastards Granger. We like witches. And each other.”
“I–”
Whatever retort she’d been scrambling for was cut off as Theo dipped his head so his dark green eyes caught hers. “Listen Granger,” his voice was husky and commanding. “I want to fuck you. If you’ll let me, I promise I’ll make it good for you. And Draco” he jerked his head over to the blonde. “Would kill for a chance too. I don’t mind sharing.”
Her hand flew before she could stop it. The crack of palm against cheek echoed even in the thrum of the music.
Theo’s head snapped sideways, and for one wild heartbeat Hermione thought she’d gone too far. But then he groaned, low and guttural as he turned his head back to her slowly. His grin was feral as a red handprint bloomed across his cheek. One of his hands caught her attention and she watched as his palmed the front of his trousers. Cock already hard and thick against the fabric. “Fffffuck. Do that again.”
“You’re insane,” she gasped.
“Theo likes it rough,” Draoc chuckled as he watched in amusement. “Go on Granger, hit him.”
Theo leaned in close, his face so close to hers, she back up and fell into Draco who steadied her his a large palm on her back. Theo’s eyes gleamed with delight, his lips just a breath from hers. “I bet you like it soft and sweet. Slow and careful, poor witch doesn’t know any better. Wesealbee just not cutting it for you darling?” He asked in a mocking tone that had her temper rising.
Not because he was wrong. She did like it soft and sweet, but only because he was also right! She didn’t know any other way, Ron was always so careful with her. As if she were fragile and precious. She didn’t mind it truly but sometimes she just wanted—she wanted it hard and fast and filthy. Hermione hardened her glare which only made Theo bite his lower lip.
“Oh yes, I love that look. I want to see you glaring at me while you shove my face to the side.”
Hermione realized then, stomach twisting, that she was cornered. Not just between the both of them but inside her own treacherous body. Because she felt his words deep in her stomach. She could see it, pushing him down and taking what she wanted. She had to get out of here.
She was drunk, or something from all the potions.
Yes, that was it. She didn’t actually want those things, it was just—the alcohol.
“Move,” Hermione snapped, trying to move from their orbit, her pulse wild while her hand still tingled from slappinng Theo.
Neither made a single effort to obey.
Draco tilted his head. A few strands flitted into his face giving him a rakish look. The picture of a lazy menace. “Tell me Granger, how long has it been since he made you feel good?”
Her mouth opened, ready to hex him but no words came.
Theo’s grin sharped, “oh I know that look. The wanker left you dry as sand and unsatisfied often, didn’t he? That idiot has no clue what to do with a witch like you, does he?” He leaned closer as his voice dipped into a rough purr. “Bet he never made you scream.”
Hermione swallowed hard. “That’s not of your business,” she said with less conviction.
“It could be,” Theo countered. “If you let us.”
Draco’s hand brushed her wrist, deceptively gentle and the contrast made her shiver. “We’d take care of you Granger. Show you exactly what you didn’t know you’ve been needing. No fumbling. No boyish inexperience. Just pure,” he leaned to say in her ear. “Sinful," his voice was hot in her ear, "pleasure. Every way you can take it.”
She shook her head, but the denial was week. “You’re both out of your minds.”
“Maybe,” Draco allowed lips quirking up in a sideways smirk. “But admit it, you can’t stop imagine what it would feel lilke. Two mouths, four hands. Two cocks. Both of us focused on you.” His voice dropped to a husky promise, hot against her ear. “You’d come undone in minutes.”
“I’ll beg if you want,” Theo was in her other ear. “On my knees. I’ll let you choke me while I eat your cunt. Wouldn’t that be nice darling?”
Her breath hitched her eyes screwed shut tight as she tried to hang on to her sanity.
“See,” she heard Draco ask to Theo. “She’s about there. Just say yes Granger. Say yes, and we’ll ruin you so thoroughly you’ll forget any wizard who isn’t us.”
“Say yes,” Theo added his lips brushing her ear, nose in her hair.. “And you’ll never have to be disappointed ever again.”
The words hit harder than any touch, as if they unlocked the secrets she had kept locked away. Her lips parted as she opened her eyes and looked at Draco then Theo. And against her logic–against all reason she whispered, “yes.”
Their twin grins were wolfish and triumphant as they closed the small space in on her.
The corridors blurred in a haze of noise and green light until a door slammed shut behind her. The music dulled to a steady thrum, of base behind the door. This had to be Draco’s and Theo's shared dorm room, there was suspiciously one large bed in the center, two trunks. Green silken sheets dropped over the bed, Black Lake behind a large window. She barely had a moment more to look before Theo tugged her wrist, gentle but insistent guiding her gaze to him just as Draco caught hold of his shirt.
With a growl of impatience Draco ripped open the few remaining buttons and shoved the fabric off Theo’s shoulders. Theo’s fingers were making quick work of the buttons on Draco’s shirt as well. Both shirts were off now, hands roaming. Hermione’s throat went dry. Broad shoulders, lean muscle, scars. Both of them fit, sculpted in ways that felt profoundly unfair. She’d never seen anything like this outside of words on a page. Never dared imagine it to be a reality that existed outside of the smutty romance novels she had at the bottom of her trunk.
Theo bent his head lips and teeth trailing a line of Draco’s throat as he tipped his chin up. Draco’s eyes slid to hers, silver sharp even through the haze of lust. His hand lifted, palm open in invitation.
“Come,” he commanded softly.
She inhaled and stepped forward, finding her courage once more and Draco brought her palm up to his mouth and kissed the center of it gently, eyes glimmering in the low light as he worked soft kisses to her wrist up her arm and then over the words on her arm. Her mouth opened in shock as he held her gaze and licked across the words. His tongue flat and hot against the raised skin. She blinked as hands found the straps of her dress and pushed them off her shoulders leaving her in nothing. Pansy the menace had said the dress was sans underthings and now she was completely naked in front of them.
“Gods look at her,” Theo sighed. “Fucking beautiful,” he said softly as he brushed his knuckles down the side of her torso making her shiver. “So responsive too," he smirked when she shivered, her nipples pebbling instantly from the touch.
She found herself being maneuvered back until she was falling into that large bed and looking up at two men who were reaching for their belts.
There she was, the golden girl, laid out against Slyterin’s colors like an offering.
Buckles clinked in the low light, the sound shockingly intimate as Dracoo tugged his belt free first. Trousers hit the floor in careless heaps, shoes kicked aside. They were stripping down like predators unburdening themselves before the kill. Hermione could do nothing but watch from where she was sprawled out in their bed.
How was it possible they both had such beautiful cocks. She actually blinked to make sure she was seeing this right. They were both thick and good length, she couldn't help but bite her lip as her mouth actually watered. When she dragged her eyes back up their lean forms to their faces they were grinning smugly.
"You like us too," Theo said with a tilt of his head just as he crawled in first, all long limbs and wicked grin. He slid between her knees and hooked her thighs over his shoulders as he sank down onto his stomach. He buried his face in her cunt and licked.
The first swipe of his tongue had her gasping, throwing her head back as it lit up all sorts of sensations in her. When he found her clit and sucked she groaned. The sound muffled almost instantly because Draco was there. Bracing one hand against the mattress his mouth crushed over hers.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was possession. Tongue and teeth, swallowing every sound and breath she made. It drew her deeper in the dizzying haze already fogging her brain and body. Theo groaned against her core like a man starving, making hermione moan into Draco’s mouth. One tongue fucked her cunt while the other did her mouth, both of them pulling her apart in different directions until she didn’t know where one of them began and ended.
It was too much. Too new. Too wild. And she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. Her back arched, her whole body trembling as release built quickly and hot inside of her. She was just about to fall over the edge, shamelessly grinding her core into Theo’s face, both mouths disappeared. Theo lifted his head away panting with a slick maw and grin while Draco leaned over her and sudden loss of it all tore a desperate whine from her.
Draco grabbed Theo by the jaw and dragged him up into another filthy kiss. The sound of it wet and obscene made Hermione’s thighs clench. When Draco broke away a string of spit connecting them briefly before snapping. His voice was rough with hunger, “fuck. She taste good.”
“I know,” Theo breathed, cheated heavy as he stuck his tongue out and licked his chin and cheeks. “I want to feast on her daily.”
Then he was rolling onto his back, cock thick and flushed in his fist as he looked at her. He extended a hand to her his voice like dark velvet. “Come here darling. Ride me. Choke me and ride me.”
Hermione froze breath stuttering. The demand coiled hot in her belly, equal parts fear and want. But her body moved before her mind could say otherwise. She crawled over him, straddling his hips, eyes wide as she hovered above his cock. She felt something against her abdomen and looked down to see Draco's wand tip. She felt the cooling sensation of a contraceptive charm before he tossed it onto the night stand. Theo stroked himself slowly. “There we go. Take whatever you want from me.”
Her fingers trembled as she braced her hands on his chest starting to lower herself. The blunt head pressed against her, and then she was sinking. Her mouth fell open as she stretched around him. Once she was fully seated on him a moan broke free of her throat, raw and desperate. A second pair of hands slid over her waist, Draco. His chest was pressed against her back, breath hot against her ear as he helped her find a rhythm. His fingers tightening every time she faltered, steadying her.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Show us how filthy you really are Granger.”
Theo’s head fell back against the pillow, eyes blown wide, mouth open in a shameless groan as Hermione slid along his cock. Her body clenched at the sounds she was pulling from him.
“Fuck look at him,” Draco said in her ear. One hand steadied her waist while the other found her arms and slid down to her catching her wrist. “Do you want to learn how to choke him?”
Hermione could only nod, dizzy with desire, her curls sticking to her temple and neck.
Draco guided her hand higher, threading his fingers with hers until he pressed her palm against Theo’s Throat. His eyes snapped open at the touch, a wicked grin splitting his face as he eagerly nodded. Theo once again let his head fall back giving them access to his throat.
“It's easier than you think,” Draco whispered curling her fingers around just so. His own hand over hers, pressing down, showing her the pressure. “Here, like this. Squeeze.”
She obeyed, hesitantly at first then firmer when Theo bucked his hips into her. His moan cut off as she and Draco cut of air. One moment and then another and another before Draco let us and Theo released the rest of his moan taking in a heaving breath. His groan loud enough to reverberate around the room.
“Fuck yes,” Theo gasped chest heaving as his gaze locked onto hers. “Please. Just like that darling. Choke me.”
Hermione’s hips rolled instinctively, the power of it heady—his cock deep inside her, her hand on his throat and Draco’s voice in her ear guiding her ever move.
“See?” Draco purred his lips grazing her jaw as his fingers tightened over hers again cutting off air for Theo again. “You’re in control. He loves it. Choke him Love,” he commanded and released her hand.
She let go and let Theo get air before she cut him off. She could feel the vibration of his moan cut off as she pressed down. Theo's eyes fluttered shut. Her cunt clenched around him. The power of it all nearly undid her. For a brief horrifying second the shock of it hit her too hard. She flinched trying to pull away.
Draco grip tightened just enough to stop her retreat, his mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “Easy,” he commanded, low and soothing. His tone is at odds with the filth of the moment. “Don’t run, just feel him. He’s begging for you.”
Theo moaned as if to prove the point, hips surged up into hers. “Don’t stop darling. Please Merlin–don’t fucking stop.”
Her pulse thundered, panic tangled with arousal but Draco’s hand smoothed over stomach, anchoring her against his chest. His voice like warm honey in her ear. “Good girl. You’re not hurting him. You’re giving him exactly what he craves.”
Hermione’s breath came in shallow bursts but she let Draco guide her pressing her palm firmer against Theo’s throat again. Theo’s answer moan was filth and the power of it hit her like fire. She rolled her hips down onto him harder, his cock hitting deeper and this time she didn’t pull away.
“Perfect,” Draco whispered, lips grazing her temple. His other hand slipped lower, splaying wide on her thigh before sliding back up to her back and pressing her down onto Theo. “Now, let me show you what you can take.”
Hermione let out a shocked sound when she felt him nudging the soft head of his cock at her other hole, her eyes widened. The realization of what was about to happen made her whimper. Instinct telling her to recoil but Draco’s hands held her steady.
“Shh Love. I’ll go slow, just trust me,” he soothed as his hands smoothed over her back. “You’ll love the way we ruin you.”
Theo was panting in her ear. “Say yes, please. Please Merlin, darling say yes.”
Hermione bit her lip and then looked over her shoulder to catch Draco's eyes. They were swallowed up by the pupil now, only a sliver of silver remaining. She nodded and he grinned down at her. She felt an incredible pressure and she tensed her nails digging into Theo’s chest, as Draco pushed in slowly. It was hot and unyielding against the tight ring of her ass. The first nudge made her gasp, thighs trembling where they framed Theo’s hips.
“Shh, easy Love,” Draco soothed as one broad hand held her steady at the waist the other stroking her thigh as he rocked slowly into her working himself just an inch more. “Gods so tight. Fuck,” he breathed heavily. “Breath Love, let me in.”
Her breath hitched, she felt like she could feel him in her throat or something. It was almost too much. No it was too much, she started to shake her head when Theo grabbed her chin pulling her gaze to his. His grin was lazy, sweat beaded at his temple. “Don’t fight it darling. Fuck you’ve got no idea how beautiful you look right now. Squeezing my cock deep in this went cunt of yours, fuck you feel so good,” he said rocking his hips once in a languid roll that had her moan. “Merlin I could die happy right now.”
Draco pushed in more and Theo pulled Hermione down into a kiss to capture the whimpering moan that escaped her, his lips and tongue tasting like firewhiskey and her. Her body strained against the stretch. Draco’s mouth brushed the back of her neck whispering filth and praise all at once. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck feel that? That’s me Love, that’s you letting me in. You’re going to love this.”
Theo’s free hand slid between them to her breast, squeezing it in his hand before her teased her nipple until she moaned. “Yes,” he hissed. “Don’t hold back darling. Think about how it feels. My cock buried in your cunt, Draco stretching your arse–two of us filling you at once. You’ll never want anything else but us again.”
Her hips bucked helplessly at his words the distraction of the words and overstimulating sensation allowing Draco to sink further inside of her.
“Almost there," Draco murmured his breath ragged. He gave an experimental thrust sliding out and easily in until her body clamped down on him. “Gods Granger, you're going to ruin us.” He rolled his hips against her ass again “Nearly got all of me. Just a little more, gods take it Granger. Take me.”
Theo licked into her mouth, catching her whine as Draco finally slid all the way inside of her, his hips pressed flush against her. She broke the kiss with a shocked gasp, overwhelmed and filled beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Both men groaned in unison, Theo at the clench of her cunt, Draco at the tightness now caging him. Hermione was shaking, ruined and they hadn't even started moving yet.
At first they were almost gentle. Draco’s hands gripped her hips steadying as he withdrew for what felt like forever before pushing forward again. The sensation had a breathless sound escaping her, as she blinked hard down at Theo who was watching her intently. Theo’s hands roamed over her breasts, down the sides of her torso muttering a constant stream of filth that she couldn’t really focus on.
“Like that darling? You’re so perfect like this. Merlin,” he threw his head back as he started to also move beneath her and the primal moan that clawed out of her throat took even her by surprise. “You were made for this. Made for us.”
Draco’s hand threaded in her curls pulling her head up his breath hot at her ear as he rolled his hips just a fraction faster. “Two cocks inside you, Merlin what a greedy little witch you are Granger.”
“Oh God!” Hermione cried out as the pleasure started to take her higher.
The careful rhythm they had set started to unravel the longer they all stayed connected. Theo thrust up, harder forcing a gasp fro her throat. Draco growled low and answered with a rough snap of his hips that made her cry out. There was simply no patience left in them. Their pace turned feral, opposing thrusts slamming into her from both sides. Hermione scrambled for purchase against Theo’s chest while her head fell back onto Draco’s shoulder as sounds of pleasure tore out of her. Not words, just broken desperate noises.
“Fuck listen to her,” Theo groaned his hips bucking wildly beneath her. “Ruined, completely ruined.”
Draco’s grip on her tightened until his fingers dug crescents into her skin. “Scream for us Granger. Let the whole bloody castle know who’s making you come apart.” His thrusts were sharp and brutal now. The sound of skin slapping against skin obscenely loud along with panted breath and moaning.
Hermione screamed raw and incoherent as her body shuddered between them. She was gone, utterly undone by the two of them. Every nerve sparking with unbearable pleasure. She knew she was ruined, there would never be anything like this again. Theo moaned her name like a prayer while Draco groaned it like a curse. And she knew they knew she was ruined too when she whimpered out a combination of their names.
Her moans dissolved into sobs of pleasure, her body spasming as they drove into her in merciless counterpoint. Theo slamming up while Draco pounded down into her, both filling her until she thought she might actually split apart. She couldn’t think, couldn't speak as she helpless clawed at Theo’s chest.
Theo’s voice was ragged cracked open by need. “Fuck! You’re squeezing me so hard darling. Oh gods I’m going to cum. Draco,” He breathed as his hips bucked wildly, sweat rolling down his neck his cock dragging against her wall until she was raw from every thrust.
“Yeah,” Draco breathed hard. His rhythm faltered before he caught himself. “I’m there. Fuck I’m cumming,” he groaned.
Hermione broke first, a screaming tearing out from deep inside as her vision whited out, her climax ripping her entire existence in half. She dug her nails hard into Theo's chest, she knew it must have hurt because she felt sticky wetness under her fingers. Blood. She convulsed around them, her cunt fluttering as her body shook and clamped down so hard it pulled a roar from Theo’s throat.
She felt hot spurts of his cum flooding her, as his body spasmed beneath her. She could feel his moans vibrating his chest under her hands. Draco snarled low and deep in her ear his pace brutal for a handful of thrusts before he buried himself deep to spill inside of her too. He groaned her name through clenched teeth. “Fuck Hermione!”
All three of them collapsed into the ruin of Hermione trembling between them with sweat soaked curls sticking to her face. Ruined, she was completely ruined. For once in her life, she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything about this feeling. She felt like she was floating.
Draco was the first to move, he let out a satisfied groan as he gently withdrew from her, Hermione gasped missing the sensation almost immediately. And then Theo lifted her just enough so that he could pull out and lay her down next to him, between himself and Draco. He let out a mewling sound and curled into her side, his face burrowing into her breasts like a cat finding its favorite pillow. His arm draped heavily across her stomach as if to pin there. Without a moment to spare he caught her hand and guided it through his hair a couple of times. “Gentle darling. I like it soft after, just like this.”
She obeyed without thinking, fingers combing lazily through his damp brown curls and his whole body melted against her with a content sigh.
Draco was stretched long along her other side, his body cool where Theo burned hot against her. His fingers toyed idly with her curls. Looping a curl around his finger while he smiled lazily. He looked so relaxed with his silver eyes half lidded. He didn’t speak but the weight of his gaze made her feel as claimed as Theo’s slung over her waist.
For a long heady moment she let herself drift in the wreckage of them. Too sated to think, too stunted to move. But sense began to trickle in with the stick reality of her skin and the dull steady ache between her legs. With a weak huff she tried to push up from the tangle of limbs.
Both wizards frowned at her almost in unison.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Theo’s voice was lazy, muffled against her breasts. He didn’t even lift his head just tightened his hold around her waist.
“Hermione blinked at him. “I thought–wasn’t this just a one time thing?”
Draco huffed a chuckle and gave her smirk that made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Do you honestly think we would let you go now? After one time? Oh no Granger, you came to our bed, and you’ll stay.”
Hermione’s stomach dropped and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was because she had now found herself in a situation beyond her wildest imaginings. Or the fact that she did indeed want to stay.
“You’re ours now,” Theo said drowsy but certain. Then he lifted his head to look over a draco with a grin. “Can you imagine? The Golden Girl swollen with our children? Our lines bound together by her, with her and for her?”
Her lips parted, protest tangled her on her tongue. She wanted to say that was impossible! Wanted to deny the certainty in his voice at the picture he was painting. Draco’s fingers found her chin and tipped her head to look at him again.
“Silly witch, you came to our bed without a thought after,” he chuckled at her wide eyes. “No, you’re not going anywhere Granger. You’ll bond yourself to Theo, to me. Be a Malfoy-Nott witch, bear our heirs, one to each of us and we’ll help you rule the world.”
Hermione let out a shaky breath and both wizards smirked in smug equal measure knowing that was as unwavering acceptance of her new reality.
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